I get rid of my shorts, take hold of my stiff penis, turn on one of the porn videos I have downloaded and get down to business, literally. Indian Sex “Friday?”
I ask, hesitating. Guess again,”
she straightens her face as she play punches my chest. “Work was good, same old. “Hey, young lady, you’ve got me, you’ve got Maddy. It’s midnight, I’m wrapping up some school work when I hear a faint sound. “How was work?”
I ask her as I jump on the bed and lay opposite her. “Ow, that hurt.”
“I’m sorry, boo, I didn’t see you,”
I chuckle as I make a mock-concern face. Those tits are heavenly.”
We both laughed at the thought, slash, fantasy of Ms Tyler’s breasts. “How are things going with you and Stacey?”
“Okay, I guess. Wearing only boxer shorts, my morning wood pitches a large tent at my crotch. “Yes, mother,”
I reply, slightly irked. “Mum, I’m home.”
I call out, but she doesn’t reply. As I move closer, the sounds seem muffled. The bell rang as we made our way out of fifth period English.
